The things we do.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry War is a sin. Bob Denver The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood in front of… Continue reading
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Some war poetry.
What is left? The dead will not rise.War steal the best from us.Who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq.So far from the safety… Continue reading
Solitude and seclusion.
Solitude and seclusion… (Man is weak by his own hand, for he has refashioned God’s into his own.) Kahlil Gibran I’m swimming in shit and blood.World falling to anger and hate.Men crying out… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding.
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
My father’s mind.
My father’s mind. If you live by the gun, you will die by the gun. Do corpses talk? My father asked me a few time when the rum was aplenty. Who will be… Continue reading
When the war is over.
When the war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
Twenty-one-gun salute.
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Wars need to end. No-one wins in war.) Twenty-one-gun salute. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t no… Continue reading
Locked and loaded.
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry War. What is it good for? Nothing. Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading
One more day..
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one win in war. Twenty-one gun salute.. Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking… Continue reading
Blood in, blood out..
Blood in, Blood out.. Little boys and girls grow up and become men and women. They were raised watching war, violence and hate. What did we teach them? What did we leave behind… Continue reading